The stream chatting with the mountains
The breeze lending its ears
Confused they were with borders
And with mortal fears.
They try to dam(n) my freedom
Gurgled the chirpy waters
They blast us to deform
Said the slopes with cynical laughter.
Well, at least I’m better off
I still roam where I will
The breeze blew kisses to the ripples
And the meadows and the hills.
But hey , you still could have some fun
Just do a jiggle with your plates
You’ll see them run for cover
When they see a river in spate.